Sam and her boys, 5a1: Taken, PG13, Sam/Jack/Siler
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Summary: Flowers
Chapter 5a1: Taken (PG13)
and Chapter 7a: Retirement has changed very slightly toward the middle :D
Standing in the long line at the cash, Siler's mind was wandering, flipping from the annoyance at himself for being so distracted at work this morning.. to the *reason* he'd been distracted.
As.. 'pleasant' as yesterday had been, he couldn't quite deny that he wouldn't mind a blowjob. He'd woken up wanting *them* at least as much as to get off.
And that, right there, nagged him. It wasn't as though he was in the habit of getting regular sex; he'd been letting entirely too much time elapse between putting the time and effort into even a casual relationship the last few years, and yet it rarely bothered him. Something about getting old, probably.
And now.. realizing that this was so different..
He was going to have to consciously *not* think about it too hard, simply to avoid scaring himself off. He was starting to understand those people who stayed away from relationships out of fear, and wondered what a week of silence from them would feel like after the comforting closeness yesterday.
Glancing in slight aggravation at the people holding up the line, he firmly closed that Pandora's box and looked for something else to occupy his mind. Wrong day for the damn gas pump card network to be down; maybe it would be faster if he offered to fix the damn thing.
He was about to deliberately pull up his work todo list and pick something to try to think through when he saw the flowers. He *didn't* want to think about work. But he even less wanted to be in a crappy mood right now. So when looking at the cheap bouquets in their bucket, saviour of no doubt many a forgetful and/or late husband, made a different work memory surface, he went with it willingly.
Watching Walter walk into the infirmary -.. was it 10 years ago?- he'd been surprised and rather amused that he was going to get to watch the sergeant either woo a nurse or patient.. or embarrass the hell out of a patient.
He'd been a heck of a lot less amused when his buddy had walked up to *him* with a smirk. Had even started to snark at him until Walt had pulled his First sergeant face and handed him a card. Siler'd continued to glare right up until he realized the bloody things were neither from Walter, nor some silly Air force convalescence gift.
Heh. He picked one of the bunches, grinning as he planned all the snarks he could throw. And how to respond to the returns from the general.
"Sergeant Siler?"
He turned his head, blinking the amusing visions away and hurriedly swallowing the grin to respond to the greeting. It took a few seconds for the name of the pretty woman in the red tank top and jeans that had appeared next to him to click and he finally nodded politely, "Sergeant Gilligan."
The young staff sergeant preened, obviously pleased he'd remembered the name, and he mentally grinned at the well-developed cleavage that suddenly got pushed forward in the thin, tight, top. Much as he preferred his women tall, there were advantages to- He cleared his throat, getting off that track and sweeping his eyes up impassively, hoping she hadn't made more of the reaction than it was.
"Please, call me Wendy," she smiled at him, batting her lashes coquettishly, "It's kinda nice to put the formality aside with the uniform," he blinked at the unapologetic stroll her eyes took down his body before coming back up with an even sultrier look, "Don't you think so?"
Automatically pulling a practised smile, albeit the small one, Siler stepped forward with the line without breaking the conversation, "Yes ma'am. Settling into the mountain?"
"I guess. Kind of-" she glanced around and obviously remembered the 'top secret' of their work, turning a bit self-deprecating, "Taking some getting used to," the damned flirty look came back, "Especially the town; I've never lived in a mountain-city. Really makes the layout of the place weird. How did *you* learn it all??"
The fact that he didn't think she knew how long he'd lived here, let along whether he was familiar with the city, not to mention the completely over-ingenious for his tastes eyes blatantly asking for an offer of a private tour, made impatience start to rise in him. Come on, lady, I'm not *that* easy. Even if he'd been in the market, if she really hadn't spoken to anyone to find out what he went for, then she shouldn't have assumed she could be so forward with him.
"A map and a lot of attentive weekend drives will do it, just like any other place, sergeant," he hadn't meant to snap that quite so much, but he did have a responsibility to make sure junior NCOs understood the customs of the service. Watching her straighten and lose the foolish posturing, he decided she actually understood and gave her a friendly enough nod, "If you'll excuse me, ma'am? Looks like I'm up."
Wendy stood quietly as he brought his hand over and handed the clerk a bouquet she hadn't realized he carried, quickly judging that he'd actually paid attention and chosen one of the better ones for his lucky lady. When he finished paying and turned back to her, stepping out of the line, she'd wiped her expression down to a friendly smile, standing at rest, regretting having made a play when the attractive, well-built, master sergeant was apparently taken, "I apologize, sergeant, I was out of line. Won't happen again."
He nodded back with what looked like understanding, "I'm sure it won't. Enjoy your day off, ma'am."
Nodding back, she smiled a bit, enjoying the view as he walked away and wondering who she could ask about him. Then maybe when his current relationship ended...
AN: snicker :D
Goto Chapter 5b: More baby steps (NC17)
or to Chapter 1 for info
To read it all the chapters on one page, click here
Summary: Flowers
Chapter 5a1: Taken (PG13)
and Chapter 7a: Retirement has changed very slightly toward the middle :D
Standing in the long line at the cash, Siler's mind was wandering, flipping from the annoyance at himself for being so distracted at work this morning.. to the *reason* he'd been distracted.
As.. 'pleasant' as yesterday had been, he couldn't quite deny that he wouldn't mind a blowjob. He'd woken up wanting *them* at least as much as to get off.
And that, right there, nagged him. It wasn't as though he was in the habit of getting regular sex; he'd been letting entirely too much time elapse between putting the time and effort into even a casual relationship the last few years, and yet it rarely bothered him. Something about getting old, probably.
And now.. realizing that this was so different..
He was going to have to consciously *not* think about it too hard, simply to avoid scaring himself off. He was starting to understand those people who stayed away from relationships out of fear, and wondered what a week of silence from them would feel like after the comforting closeness yesterday.
Glancing in slight aggravation at the people holding up the line, he firmly closed that Pandora's box and looked for something else to occupy his mind. Wrong day for the damn gas pump card network to be down; maybe it would be faster if he offered to fix the damn thing.
He was about to deliberately pull up his work todo list and pick something to try to think through when he saw the flowers. He *didn't* want to think about work. But he even less wanted to be in a crappy mood right now. So when looking at the cheap bouquets in their bucket, saviour of no doubt many a forgetful and/or late husband, made a different work memory surface, he went with it willingly.
Watching Walter walk into the infirmary -.. was it 10 years ago?- he'd been surprised and rather amused that he was going to get to watch the sergeant either woo a nurse or patient.. or embarrass the hell out of a patient.
He'd been a heck of a lot less amused when his buddy had walked up to *him* with a smirk. Had even started to snark at him until Walt had pulled his First sergeant face and handed him a card. Siler'd continued to glare right up until he realized the bloody things were neither from Walter, nor some silly Air force convalescence gift.
Heh. He picked one of the bunches, grinning as he planned all the snarks he could throw. And how to respond to the returns from the general.
"Sergeant Siler?"
He turned his head, blinking the amusing visions away and hurriedly swallowing the grin to respond to the greeting. It took a few seconds for the name of the pretty woman in the red tank top and jeans that had appeared next to him to click and he finally nodded politely, "Sergeant Gilligan."
The young staff sergeant preened, obviously pleased he'd remembered the name, and he mentally grinned at the well-developed cleavage that suddenly got pushed forward in the thin, tight, top. Much as he preferred his women tall, there were advantages to- He cleared his throat, getting off that track and sweeping his eyes up impassively, hoping she hadn't made more of the reaction than it was.
"Please, call me Wendy," she smiled at him, batting her lashes coquettishly, "It's kinda nice to put the formality aside with the uniform," he blinked at the unapologetic stroll her eyes took down his body before coming back up with an even sultrier look, "Don't you think so?"
Automatically pulling a practised smile, albeit the small one, Siler stepped forward with the line without breaking the conversation, "Yes ma'am. Settling into the mountain?"
"I guess. Kind of-" she glanced around and obviously remembered the 'top secret' of their work, turning a bit self-deprecating, "Taking some getting used to," the damned flirty look came back, "Especially the town; I've never lived in a mountain-city. Really makes the layout of the place weird. How did *you* learn it all??"
The fact that he didn't think she knew how long he'd lived here, let along whether he was familiar with the city, not to mention the completely over-ingenious for his tastes eyes blatantly asking for an offer of a private tour, made impatience start to rise in him. Come on, lady, I'm not *that* easy. Even if he'd been in the market, if she really hadn't spoken to anyone to find out what he went for, then she shouldn't have assumed she could be so forward with him.
"A map and a lot of attentive weekend drives will do it, just like any other place, sergeant," he hadn't meant to snap that quite so much, but he did have a responsibility to make sure junior NCOs understood the customs of the service. Watching her straighten and lose the foolish posturing, he decided she actually understood and gave her a friendly enough nod, "If you'll excuse me, ma'am? Looks like I'm up."
Wendy stood quietly as he brought his hand over and handed the clerk a bouquet she hadn't realized he carried, quickly judging that he'd actually paid attention and chosen one of the better ones for his lucky lady. When he finished paying and turned back to her, stepping out of the line, she'd wiped her expression down to a friendly smile, standing at rest, regretting having made a play when the attractive, well-built, master sergeant was apparently taken, "I apologize, sergeant, I was out of line. Won't happen again."
He nodded back with what looked like understanding, "I'm sure it won't. Enjoy your day off, ma'am."
Nodding back, she smiled a bit, enjoying the view as he walked away and wondering who she could ask about him. Then maybe when his current relationship ended...
AN: snicker :D
Goto Chapter 5b: More baby steps (NC17)